| I’ve only seen 23 summertimes
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| Nearly had another brother, but he shut his eyes
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| Pretty sure that I must’ve lived another life
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| If I could give it, then he could’ve had one of mine
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| I got a lot of gifts, more than I could ever wish
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| But, at best, see my life like a dozen dimes
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| Lucky enough to have even found love in life
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| As strong as what a child sees in its mother’s eyes
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| But I always get caught up in every single sort of
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| «It rally ain’t important» that I can find
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| You’d be impressed by th way that I can stress
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| All the little problems I create in my troubled mind
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| And you and I may never even meet
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| But at least we can take in the scenery
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| So please don’t stress the little things
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| Forget the never-dids and make 'em be
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| Open your eyes, my love
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| Oh
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| You know that feeling when your heart breaks open
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| When you swear you’ll spend your last days lonely
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| Of course you do, it’s all consuming
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| But there’s no thing I’d rather be than only human
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| I try to make myself reflect on the way that I forget
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| All the things that I have, all the good with the bad |
| But isn’t that the best? |
| Being able to forget
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| We wouldn’t treasure memories if they weren’t all we had
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| This life ain’t roses, it’s mostly thorns
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| It sure ain’t perfect, at least it’s yours
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| If someone takes your place, they can keep it warm
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| Try singing in the rain; |
| you can weather the storm
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| And you and I may never even meet
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| But at least we can take in the scenery
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| So please don’t stress the little things
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| Forget the never-dids and make 'em be
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| Open your eyes, my love
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| Oh
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| I always manage to forget the bigger picture
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| And get it so framed up or paint it as a villain
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| If you spend too much time only staring at the brush-strokes
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| You could miss a masterpiece in amongst those
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| And I’m so scared of starting new endeavours
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| That I watch my first steps until they turn into forevers
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| My relationships are on the docks, so tethered
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| That I couldn’t see an angel for the feathers
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| Open your eyes, my love
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| Oh
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| Don’t you see that the present
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| Is a little gift for you and me?
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| Don’t you see that the present
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| Is a little gift for you and me? |
| Is a little gift for you and me?
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| Is a little gift for you and me? |